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Joel stood up from the bar and faced the man in black who had been harassing him.
“Why don’t you sit back down before you get hurt,” the man said.
Joel put a finger on the man’s chest and calmly said: “It sounds like your mouth is writing checks that your ass can’t cash.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Well,” responded Joel, “you do have a regular backpfeifengesicht.”
“A what?” the man asked, leaning forward and trying to stare Joel down.
The only thing he stared down was Joel’s fist.
“Looked like you wanted a knuckle sandwich.”